2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The man at the entrance has a slender and well-proportioned figure, and a face with sharp edges and corners, without any trace of middle-aged greasiness.

There were some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but Yan Muyun was extremely sure at this moment that the other person was indeed his younger brother Yan Yiming.

He originally planned to give the other person a big hug when they met, but now he saw that strange but familiar face, but for some reason he couldn't move.

Fast forward thirty years, and that 18-year-old high-spirited boy now knows his destiny.

"I was afraid that Xiaotaki would tease me." The middle-aged man laughed.

Yan Muyun waved his hand with a disgusted expression: "You are the only one who can be so boring. Your son is much more stable than you were back then."

"I'm not right, you've led me astray since I was a child." The middle-aged man grinned, and in a daze he looked like the boy he once was.

At this moment, the thirty-year long estrangement seemed to suddenly disappear, and everything seemed to be as it was before.

Yan Yiming changed into his slippers and suddenly raised his voice: "Xiaotaki, is there any wine at home?"

"You don't drink." A muffled voice came from the kitchen.

"That's right. I don't drink much. Of course I don't have any at home." Yan Yiming smiled and shook his head, then said, "But it's not a big problem. You can order takeout in ten minutes."

...

The dinner was very sumptuous. In addition to the two large pots of braised pork and braised chicken in the center of the table, there were also lettuce in oyster sauce, cold fungus and other fresh vegetables.

"Your son is really much better than you." Yan Muyun put a piece of soft braised pork into his mouth, chewed it twice, and muttered inarticulately:

"When you were 16 years old, when you were making instant noodles, you asked whether to put the ingredients first or the dough first."

A little embarrassment appeared on Yan Yiming's face, and he coughed twice: "There is a first time for everything."

Yan Muyun asked Yan Long, who was eating silently next to him, "When was the first time you cooked?"

"About 12 years old."

"You can cook for yourself at such a young age..."

Yan Muyun thought for a while, then his expression became a little serious, and he turned to look at his younger brother who looked old enough to be his father: "So, why don't you find a wife?"

Yan Yiming took a sip of wine, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to get deeper: "We have talked about it several times before, but in the end we didn't make it to the end due to various reasons. I found it troublesome later, so I didn't bother to look for it. If it weren’t for my parents... forget it.”

His last words were not spoken, but both people present knew what he meant.

If it weren't for his parents' urging to get married, he wouldn't have even gone to the birth center and brought back a child to gag them.

Yan Muyun frowned slightly and glanced at Yan Long discreetly, but saw that the other person was eating his meal with a normal expression, as if he didn't care about these words at all.

After all, the brothers reunited after thirty years apart. He had already drank two bottles of beer before the meal. It was inevitable that he was a little drunk at this time, and he asked certain words without having time to think about the consequences.

As if aware of Yan Muyun's worry, Yan Long did not raise his head and said calmly: "It's nothing. I figured this out ten years ago. Regardless of the initial motivation, my father has always been very good to me. That's why. enough."

Yan Yiming raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp, with a wry smile on his face: "You think I don't know what your kid is thinking, you haven't forgiven me at all for so many years."

Yan Long didn't seem to hear what he said, silently picking up the food and putting it into his mouth.

The relatively harmonious atmosphere at the dinner table seemed a bit stiff at this time.

Yan Muyun didn't care too much at this time. He finally couldn't avoid the question that mattered most to him: "When did Mom and Dad leave?"

Yan Yiming pursed his lips and drank the beer in one gulp, but did not answer his words.

Yan Long raised his head, his dark eyes not showing much emotion: "Grandpa passed away more than a year ago, and grandma passed away...three months ago."

"Three months?"

Yan Muyun suddenly smiled, then shook his head gently and repeated, "Three months."

"I'll take you to their place tomorrow." Yan Yiming seemed to feel a little depressed and unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt.

...

After finishing the meal, Yan Yiming stood up and waved his hand: "I'll wash the dishes. Xiaotaki will take your uncle to his grandparents' room."

Yan Long nodded and turned to look at Yan Muyun, whose face was now red: "Follow me."

There were seven empty wine bottles on the table. Yan Yiming only drank two bottles, but Yan Long didn't.

"Where is the bathroom?" Yan Muyun stood up holding the back of the chair.

"It's in my grandparents' room." Yan Long said calmly.

The two passed through the living room and entered the bedroom at the end of the corridor on the west side.

"The bathroom is over there." Yan Long pointed to the white wooden door in the corner.

Yan Muyun staggered over, closed the door, and came out after about three or four minutes. His face was covered with water stains and his eyes were a little red.

"This main control board can control all functions in the room, such as air conditioning, lighting, etc." Yan Long handed over a thin dark blue tablet in his hand and continued:

"But we are more accustomed to direct voice control. You only need to say the word 'cloud' before issuing a command. For example, 'cloud', turn down the brightness of the room."

As his voice fell, the originally bright lights in the room dimmed a little.

"The room can also be switched to white noise mode, which can assist sleep. I will show you one: cloud, seaside."

The surrounding lights dimmed a lot again, a few light sources flickered like candles, and the immersive sound of waves crashing on the shore sounded outside the window.

"If you want to know more functions, you can go to the brand's official website, which has instructions..."

"Hahahahahahahaha." Yan Muyun suddenly laughed.

Yan Long was a little confused and tilted his head slightly.

"You look like a real estate agent." Yan Muyun wiped away his tears.

Yan Taki knew that the other party was drunk at this time, but he didn't care: "Do you still need me to continue introducing you?"

"No, no, no, I'm so sleepy now. I just want to sleep quickly." Yan Muyun waved his hand, and then yawned in an exaggerated manner.

"Then you have a good rest." Yan Long turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

After the door was closed, Yan Muyun's original drunken state disappeared and he stood leaning against the wall with a dull expression on his face.

What his parents and younger brother didn't know was that he drank a 250ml bottle of vodka the night he broke up with his first love, and when he got up the next day, nothing happened.

Five bottles of beer could at most make him a little drunk, but it was impossible to make him lose his temper.

Yan Muyun slowly looked around the room and saw a photo frame on the table.

When I got closer, I saw two gray-haired old men sitting and cuddling together. Behind them stood a tall, middle-aged man and a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy with an indifferent expression.

Yan Muyun looked at it quietly for a long time, and finally turned the photo frame upside down on the table:

"There is one missing person in the family photo and it is unqualified."

He walked to the window and sat on the windowsill against the wall.

The night view of the city was gorgeous and charming. Looking at the colorful neon lights outside, the depths of his eyes were filled with colorful black.